The Black Carriage

'It does not look like it was sent from the Imperial Palace, the invitation sent to Damien from Princess Angelica had an Imperial seal on it... Who would send me a letter here?'

Reluctantly, Rosalie broke the seal of the envelope, her thoughts still grappling with the unlikelihood of receiving a letter from anyone other than Princess Angelica, let alone a friend or acquaintance. As her eyes scanned the carefully penned black letters, her eyebrows arched in surprise—the mysterious message had come from the Holy Temple.

<Dear Lady Rosalie,

Regrettably, I find my schedule overlapping today, and I won't be able to make it to our scheduled treatment session. However, if you still wish to receive the treatment, I would be delighted to welcome you directly at the Temple.

Sincerely,

Altair Nestor.>

The girl's gaze remained fixated on the contents of the peculiar letter, an unexpected sense of nervousness and uncertainty washing over her.